It was Saturday night. All was quiet but for the steady chirping of the crickets outside and the occasional sound of a motor as a car hurries down the road. All the lights were off in the house but for one room. That's mine. I was up late working on a case as usual. Do I ever sleep? I don't know. When one case is solved it seems as though there's another one right after, whether it be a vacuum cleaner getting clogged up, or a hysterical man walking through my door. Ignoring the constant tap tap of the keys on my computer, I typed up my scenario of what happened. It went something like this:
6:30 am- Man leaves for work.
7:00 am- Neighbor hears noises from house, but ignores them.
3:30 pm- Man comes home, discovers wife is missing.
8:30 pm- Calls me.
That was two days ago. It wasn't much to go on. There was no evidence of a struggle or that someone picked the lock. Nothing new was ever found the next two days. It seemed likely that this lady knew her kidnapper, if it was a kidnapping. I would be very upset if this turned out to be a friendly weekend visit rather than a kidnapping. That would mean two days wasted. I try never to waste more than one. I thought everything out. -There must be something- I thought. But there was nothing. I arose and went to bed.
~To be continued~
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